The day I was forced to be a detective pendant

In my confusion, the elevator slowly went up to the eighth floor, and Zhai Qi walked to the third office on the side of the corridor with ease, and his nameplate was still hanging on the door.

Bian Yao closed the door behind me, and I asked curiously, "Brother, don't you study psychology? Our school also has a medical school?"

Zhai Qi made a gesture for us to sit down, and explained: "There is a branch, but I didn't go there. I have a general undergraduate degree, and I became your senior when I was a graduate student."

I was full of question marks: "What is the span, the surgeon went to study psychology?"

He shook his finger: "Your time for questioning is over, replace me. I work here, what about you? What are you hanging around here for?"

I looked back at Bian Yao, who stared at Zhai Qi vigilantly, and I could only say: "We are entrusted by a friend to visit a...brother."

Zhai Qi tilted his head, "Huh?" and said, "My friend's younger brother?"

"Yes," I didn't know how to tell him, "the process is a bit supernatural, but the younger brother seems to be in a vegetable state now. We are afraid that our friends will not be able to accept seeing the younger brother's condition directly, so we want to say that we will come and see."

"What kind of situation is a bit supernatural? Now that you know that you are in a vegetable state, why can't you accept it." Zhai Qi said, "Also, why don't you contact the patient's family when you visit the patient?"

I didn't learn Bian Yao's skill of opening his mouth at all, and I was defeated in two or three sentences, and I cried bitterly: "Senior brother..."

"What's the matter, are you complaining that I can't be fooled?" He smiled.

I honestly said: "Well..."

Bian Yao lowered his head and covered his face.

"Ah," Zhai Qi suddenly looked at Bian Yao and let out a surprised voice, "It can't be that one."

Me: "Huh? What?"

"This one, can't it be that one?"

I was stunned for a moment, and then I remembered the reason why I met Zhai Qi in the first place - and the distress I had told him about whether to report Bian Yao.

Hearing this, Bian Yao's expression became more vigilant: "What are you talking about?"

"It's okay, it's okay," I waved my hands again and again, "Brother, please do me a favor, we just want to see how my brother is doing, my friend has been dreaming about this brother... ah, it's the kind of neighbor brother who played with him when he was young. He dreams every day I can hardly distinguish between reality and dream, and I am about to have schizophrenia. We want to see how the younger brother is doing. His parents are busy with work and business every day, and it is difficult to contact..."

Zhai Qi pressed his palm: "Okay, okay, look at you messing around, your right to speak has been deprived, change."

"Ah! How is this!" I screamed.

Bian Yao cleared his throat and said, "The truth is like this."

"Our friend didn't have any dreams. He thought... No, he firmly believed that he had been with this neighbor's brother for several months. It wasn't until he couldn't find anyone recently that he discovered that this so-called brother was two years ago. Then he became a vegetable. So my friend now thinks that he has hit a ghost, and he is quite broken. Of course, you can’t tell the parents about this—the soul of your child is floating around. In this way, we have no choice but to come to the door in person come and see."

I stared at Bian Yao dumbfounded—could anyone believe me talking about ghosts and gods with socialist medical workers?

"That's it," Zhai Qi didn't show any absurd expression after hearing this, but just propped his chin in thought.I don't know why, although he is about the same age as Yao Cheng, but he has the feeling of an adult, the feeling of raising his hands and the rhythm of speaking and responding are just right, unlike Yao Cheng, who looks like a college student who has just left society.

"Brother... you really think it's too ridiculous?" I asked cautiously.

But Zhai Qi said: "No, I was thinking, I seem to have a little impression of the person you mentioned. A boy in his teens, his name is... What Fei?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" I excitedly stood up and rushed across his desk, grabbing his arm, "Brother, why are you so smart!"

He looked down at my paw with a half-smile, and said, "Little comrade, don't get carried away."

I let go of him with a smile—maybe it’s the gift of a psychological counselor. From the first time I saw Zhai Qi, I felt that he was very kind and trustworthy.

"I think your shoulders are so thorough." Zhai Qi looked at my yoga posture across his entire desk with some amusement, and said, "You guys sit in my office first, and I'll ask."

As soon as Zhai Qi walked away, Bian Yao immediately became vigilant against Sanlian: "Who is this man? How do you know him? He is not a good man if he looks gorgeous."

"Hahahaha! Others are so flamboyant." I burst out laughing, "Why do you have such a big opinion on handsome guys? To be honest, you actually look good with your bangs up, like this..."

Bian Yao slapped my hand off: "Who told you that! Don't you think it's suspicious? We just gave him some information casually, and he immediately thought it was Xiaofei? Did he take Is there a script we haven't seen?"

I beeped softly: "Actually, when I watch your reasoning, I think so too..."

"What did you say?" Although blocked by bangs, I also knew that Bian Yao's eyebrows were raised.I quickly explained: "Senior brother Zhai is an external psychiatrist hired by our school. He will be in the infirmary every Wednesday and Friday afternoon. You can try your luck to find him, but he is very popular, so it is best to make an appointment. "As I was talking, I couldn't help showing Amway's face: "He is really powerful. I didn't believe that a psychiatrist can really play a big role in ordinary people. Now it feels like a big health care , You can go if you have emotional problems, and you can go if you don’t have emotional problems.”

Bian Yao's face was full of displeasure: "You know him so well, you often make appointments with him?"

"That's right," I nodded, "Basically once a week. Didn't I report the case of Yao Jing after I witnessed her jumping off the building? The school was afraid that I might have mental problems, so they arranged for me."

Bian Yao "tsk": "Why have I never heard of it?"

"If you didn't hide at that time, you would probably have been arranged," I said with a "huh" and said, "Ah, you have such a violent personality, so I just asked my brother to help you correct it."

"Looking for a beating!" Bian Yao said angrily.He frowned, still didn't seem to like Zhai Qi's appearance, stood up and began to fumble around in the office.

"Hey, don't rummage around other people's offices!" I hurriedly stopped him and pushed him back into his seat.

Boss Bian Yao hummed unhappily: "Anyway, there is definitely something wrong with this guy."

About 10 to [-] minutes later, Zhai Qi returned to the office, pinched two badges and handed them to us and said: "Visitor ID, put it on, lest someone will be too lazy to explain later."

"Room 1004," Zhai Qi said, "turn right on the tenth floor, the VIP suite, and he is the only patient in it."

"Oh, oh," I lowered my head and put on my badge, and suddenly realized: "Brother, won't you go up with us?"

He smiled: "I still have to go to work, and I have a consultation in 10 minutes. Here you are..." He flicked his wrist and looked at his watch: "Half an hour, is it enough?"

I nodded again and again: "Enough, enough, thank you brother."

Bian Yao looked at him with a cold face, I pinched the back of Bian Yao's neck to force him to nod, and imitated his voice: "Thank you, brother, too."

Zhai Qi couldn't laugh or cry, and threw us out of the office.

When I came to Room 1004, I gently opened the door. What I saw was not the white snow of a hospital ward as I imagined, but a normal hotel room, except that the one in the center of the room was not a kingsize, but a picture. On the single hospital bed lay a slender and pale boy.

His hair is long and yellowish, his eyes are closed peacefully, his mouth and nose are covered with a ventilator, and many tubes protrude from under the quilt to connect to the equipment next to him—the heartbeat and brain wave detectors are beating smoothly. green numbers.

As I had never seen Xiao Fei before, the appearance of the boy in front of me was almost exactly the same as what Yao Cheng described. I looked at the name on the sign at the end of the bed: "Huo Xiangfei."

Bian Yao said, "It's only half an hour, let's start."

The white and blue soft light suddenly appeared, and 15 seconds later, we came to Bian Yao's chessboard world.

"Look." Bian Yao said.

I followed his gaze, and a completely unexpected scene came into view—a huge translucent elliptical sphere suspended in the air on the other side of the black and white checkerboard.

"Eh?" I got closer - it looked like a space capsule with a frozen human body in a sci-fi movie, filled with amber liquid, and Xiao Fei himself was floating naked in this unknown liquid , eyes closed, like a huge fetus.

The outside of this strange container is filled with tubes of different thicknesses—just like the medical catheters inserted into Xiao Fei himself, those tubes are intricate, forming a huge net, covering the container containing Xiao Fei in the center.

"Huo Xiangfei!" Bian Yao shouted loudly.

The chessboard world is peaceful.

After waiting for ten seconds, nothing happened, no Golden Gate, no Chuhe Hanjie, no countdown - the whole chessboard glowed with a soft blue and white light, as if he and Bian Yao had come in for training.

"What to do, he can't hear us." I said.

Bian Yao frowned: "It shouldn't be, since his mental body is so active that he can run away from his physical body and stroll in this world, he should be very active in the spiritual realm."

"Huo Xiangfei!" Bian Yao tried again - a breeze came out from under his feet, bounced on the glass cabin and turned into smoke and scattered.

Xiao Fei still has his eyes closed, like an artificial intelligence that has not been activated.

"Are we going to break that bottle?" I asked.

"Try it." Bian Yao stretched out his hand, and I grabbed him with a wave, and the golden scissors broke through the air, making a crisp sword sound of "ding".

I walked towards the huge glass-enclosed cabin, and the closer I got, the more I realized its huge size.The pipe around Xiaofei trembled slightly as if feeling threatening, I raised the golden scissors high, closed my eyes and felt the flow of the weapon's own power.

Bian Yao once said that most of the spiritual weapons have attributes, which cooperate with the compatibility of the art body and interact with other weapons. For example, the wolf-headed thunder gun that Chu Huaixing transformed into can summon the falling thunder.

However, the golden dragon scissors transformed by Bian Yao has not shown any signs of attributes so far. It all depends on the sharpness of the sword itself plus the brute force. I have never been able to find a suitable opportunity to ask whether the deed is related.

"You're thinking about something here and there in your head, and your breath is messed up." Bian Yao said, "Concentrate."

I quickly put away those unnecessary distracting thoughts, clenched the golden scissors with both hands, separated my feet slightly, and slashed towards the oval airtight cabin from top to bottom.

After cooperating with Bian Yao for a long time, and living together again recently, I intuitively feel the tacit understanding with Jin Jiaojian, and I can hardly feel the inadequacy at the beginning.The sword in his hand shone slightly, and a beam of sword light visible to the naked eye slammed into the glass cabin cover, but it was unexpectedly blocked, and then turned into water ripples and swayed away.

I:"???"

"Huo Xiangfei!" I yelled again, Xiaofei who was close at hand remained motionless, like a sleeping mermaid in the deep sea, the sound could not be transmitted, and there was only silence around me.

"Why?" I was stunned, and reached out to touch the glass cover, but was blocked by an invisible air current, "I can't touch him."

After a moment of silence, Bian Yao finally said, "I see."

"Do you remember what he said to Yao Cheng?" Bian Yao said, "He said that his parents didn't care about him, and he lived alone for several years, he didn't want to go out, he didn't want to go to school, and he didn't want to see anyone else. His mental body is actually very repulsive to contact with others."

"Except for Yao Cheng," I reacted, "Even Xiao Fei's parents said that they never dreamed of him in their dreams. So... as strangers, even if we call his name, his defense mechanism still protects him." Watch him, tell him not to hear, not to answer. In this way, the system cannot judge, and we cannot interact with him?"

Bian Yao said: "Don't compare other people's spiritual realms to systems, please? It's rude."

I was really puzzled: "Why do you suddenly become slender in such a strange place?"

Bian Yao said: "In short, we need someone who is close and willing to contact, and someone who resonates with his soul to wake him up."

I understand it, but I can't see its feasibility at all: "You said to bring Yao Cheng into the spiritual realm together? This... how to explain this, can he accept it?"

Bian Yao thought for a moment, and only said: "Then let him accept a statement that he can accept."

The author says:

Bian Yao: At first glance, he is not a good person.